It was a long lonely drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles zoomed by I understood that I was miserable sometimes however at others I was thrilled and practically giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was most likely screwing her and dragging her deeper and deeper into the hotwife way of life. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't understand what was really going on until much later after she returned from St. Louis.

The week that Jan was gone was a stressful one as I had so much work to catch-up on. I needed to keep our family and friends at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. I also was constantly randy as I envisioned the hotwife activities that Jan was doing while she was alone with Steve far from home. I believed continuously about her naked body being penetrated by Steve and hopefully his buddy's hard dicks. We had restricted interaction at the time simply a short text every day and only one short but doing not have in details phone call about her prolonged getaway.

This was nearly a completely different woman than the one I had left behind in St. Louis just a week back. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was using high-heeled shoes with a minimum of a 5 inch heel. She had on a summertime gown that looked like it must be worn as a slip as it was almost sheer and shimmery; it fell halfway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you could quickly construct out the curve of her breasts through it. As I held her I could not feel her bra strap or panties as my hands slipped from her back and over her ass. I provided her a leering look.

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